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Last Friday night, I settled in for some serious lesson planning – year 9 poetry.
I stressed over the perils of engaging twenty-five disinterested teens with Donne, Owen and Frost. I pictured their bored little faces. I visualised myself, jaded, cynical.
There was substance abuse.
When I was popping my own pimples, it was to the likes of Nirvana and Smashing Pumpkins. I read books as a kid.
I liked words.
Teens these days? I don’t know…
It’s as though they’re on an intravenous drip, administered hourly doses of such watered-down, utter shit.
Non-specific, one-size-fits-all, shit.
Leave your brain at the door, don’t think, just follow, shit.
They don’t even know what it is they like because they are never left alone.
To just be. To immerse themselves. In words alone.
So I’m shaking up poetry.
To make more meaning. To stay relevant.
On my quest, this is who I found last Friday night.
If you can find two minutes and twenty seconds of alone time, I suggest you press play.
It’s satisfying when something stays with you long after it’s ended.